#mission report

[lezzian]

multi-national corps make big bucks selling merchandise with the orange&pink lesbian flag on it but the person who made it is currently HOMELESS.

emily gwen needs money. give them money. stop giving disney and faceless businesses who sell cheap, imported, low-quality crap produced with probably child or slave labour. give your money to emily gwen.

#mission report #emily gwen #lesbian #queer #lgbt #queer community

[ficklecat]

inspired by the lovely @offensiveagentpie and their delicious fic, The right men for the job. 🩵

Hope y'all enjoy this lil nugget. Had to expel it from my brain.

#kakagai #kakagai fanfiction #new fanfic #progress report #mission report #fic rec

[navybrat817]

I always worry when I don't revisit something for ages if anyone is still interested.

Navy do you by chance remember a tasty little gem called Ready To Comply? Who knew there was ever going to be any more where that came from. Fast forward now to Halloween 2023 and out of nowhere you treat us to Mission Report. This is exactly the fun surprise I speak of when I say some of us don't mind waiting for whatever writers such as yourself choose to share with us at any given time. It's why we first hit that follow button and why we stick around long after that first delightful read. Thank you.

I'm so glad I was able to surprise you, Christy! I managed to surprise a couple of others, too, since I didn't state what my Trick or Treat stories would be. It was so much fun to revisit. ❤️

And that's one of the crazy things about our muses. Some things we can revisit right away, others we need to take our time, and a few are fine as is. But I appreciate you and the rest of you lovelies who indulge in my nonsense. And the nonsense isn't going away. 🥰

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #blog love #love letter 💌 #thank you for the kind words #fic ask #ready to comply #mission report #americasass81 #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[going-astronuts]

Mission Report: Space Station Newell Port Stardate: 1/30

Status: Ough

#shitpost #spaceship #mission report

[saiyanprincessswanie]

December 16, 1991

*sobs in corner*

#mission report #December 16 1991 #marvel #civil war

[roseforthethorns]

007: Mission Report

The road is longest when the need is the most.

Bond knew this from experience. Chasing Vesper in Venice still brought a strange sense of suspended panic, like when trying to run in a dream. Nothing ever moves fast enough, but if they don’t…

Cursing under his breath, Bond pressed harder on the gas pedal, trying to urge the car forward. He knew of a safe house nearby, and he was sure he’d lost any possible tails. They were alone now, surrounded on either side of the road by snow-covered trees. In the fading daylight, their definition seemed to fail, blurring into a single mass of color that seemed to vary too little for them to be making enough progress. Feeling his frustration rise, Bond tamped down on it. There would be time later to feel it. For now, he had to focus.

He needed a place to tend to Q.

Q’s eyes were open, but they weren’t focused. He seemed to be trying to hold himself completely still, Bond’s jacket tightly around him, which between that and the seat heater should be helping him stay warm, but Q was too quiet. The younger man’s normally pale face was wan, and the circles under his eyes looked like they had been punched into place.

Bond had been fast enough to prevent Q being kidnapped, but not fast enough to prevent the scuffle that followed. He’d been distracted with three of the men, while Q tried to wrestle the gun from the fourth. It had gone off, and Bond’s heart had almost stopped. But Q was still standing, slightly shaking, blood flecks splattered across his coat and cheek.

“Hold on, Q,” Bond murmured.

#007 Fest #roseforthethorns #roseforthethorns writes #Team 00 #Agent 007 #Mission report #mi6-cafe

[elsewheregremlin]

006: Mission Report

(The first ever Bond fic from yours truly, Gremlin)

“You know, Q.” Bond started conversationally. “If you want to murder me then dump my body, there are easier ways.”

“Shush.” Towing 007 along by the wrist, Q didn’t look back. “And if I wanted you dead, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” The Q Branch minions leading the way snickered, being two of many who had grown immune to 00 agents’ charm and/or threats.

The group of four was traveling down a huge—for the lack of a better word—hole under a MI6 warehouse in the suburbs, possibly the remnant of this construction project or that. It was dim, dusty and the wooden walkway that led downward seemed never-ending even by Bond’s standards, but that might just be the circular design and identical yellow lights on the wall talking.

“I’m just saying this looks awfully like that hole in National Treasure.” Bond allowed himself to be towed but kept up the idle musing. “Have Q Branch discovered some long-lost treasure? Have you established a tech heaven down here? Have I been invited because of my dashing good looks and charming personality?”

Q turned his head to toss him a fondly exasperated look.

“Where is the patience that can outwait a sniper?”

“I left it on the shelf in your office.” Bond answered loftily, reveling in the minions’ giggles.

He didn’t care what the other double-oh said, making the boffins laugh always felt better than sending them scattering away in fear.

Q huffed, but the fake irritation couldn’t hide a glint of amusement shining in his eyes.

“Then you just have to wait and see.”

They led him down roughly two more floors, then stopped before an unassuming wall.

At first glance, it seemed to be perfectly in tune with its surroundings: old wood, dusty, looked like it’d break if you breathe too hard on it.

But Bond knew better. No self-respecting Q branchers would ever settle for this, especially with the secrecy they employed when bringing him here.

And his speculation was confirmed as Q and his two underlings pressed their right hands onto the panel, making whatever electronics hiding in it lit up like a Christmas tree.

Or rather, like that door in The Fellowship of the Ring.

“This door requires three Q branch employees of high enough clearance to open, so nosy double-ohs can’t get in even if they know it’s here.” Q told him, a tad smugly. Bond smirked at him.

“I should be honored to be granted nosy privilege then?”

“You better, or you’ll never get to touch Q Brach’s special designs.” Minion #1 snipped, just as a voice spoke up from a speaker hidden nearby. It was a very pleasant male tenor. “Who's your friend that likes to play?” Bond lifted an eyebrow.

(He remembered Moneypenny and Tanner sobbing into their whiskey when they watched Inside Out.)

“The Doctor, the Force, and the U.S.S Enterprise.” Minion #2 answered, looking excited enough to vibrate out of her skin.

The lights on the panel turned to a lovely shade of blue. “Affirmative, long live our overlord.”

When the door opened just a crack, the two minions immediately slithered into the technicolor lights beyond the door, leaving Q and Bond standing outside.

Before leading him in, Q turned to him with a crooked smirk and sparkling eyes. “Ready to be blown away?”

It was obvious that Q was just as excited about this as his two minions, and Bond just had to lean in to steal a quick kiss from those tempting lips.

“When was I not blown away by you?” He murmured, and Q snorted into the chaste kiss.

“Flatterer.” Slender fingers curled around Bond’s wrists. “Come on, let me show you what my people can do with an extra budget.”

Several rants about the Accounting Department immediately sprang to mind, making Bond laugh in delight.

“Lead the way then, Quartermaster.”

And it was with a mad grin that Q pulled him through the door, into what is possibly a scene plucked straight out of Star Trek.

“Welcome, 007, to Avalon.”

[And welcome! To the 007 Fest!]

#007 fest 2022 #team00 #mission report #mine #my fic

[stuckyhaul]

#bucky barnes #december 16th 2022 #mission report #stuckyhaul manip #stuckyhaul quotes

[lezzian]

i actually think we should not be giving JK rowling any attention in general but to be honest maybe normies should know that woman is straight up doing holocaust denial on twitter now

#mission report #jk rowling #cw: holocaust denial #cw: antisemitism #my excuse for being on twitter? i have covid leave me alone

[gaybajorans-migrated]

o’briens unrelenting suffering must be some kind of social experiment related to finding the human maximum capacity for sympathy

#mission report #ds9 #miles o'brien #like he goes through SO much it’s really mindboggling

[beat0nthebrat]

#aliens #starlog #james cameron #sigourney weaver #ripley #1986 #mission report

[navybrat817]

Navy's Nonsense: 10/30 - 11/5

This was supposed to go up on Monday! Boo. Planned fic below will post this week. Anything else shared if there's time is extra. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog so you don't miss out on any new fics, updates, or polls. ❤️ Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics .

We wrapped up my Trick or Treat Nonsense!

Planned nonsense posted 10/30: Mission Report (Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Incubus!Steve Rogers)

Nonsense ficlets posted on 11/3:

Temporary Job (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Home Video (Dark!Nick Fowler x Reader)

The Silent Treatment (Dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Nonsense ficlet posted 11/5: A Hero's Reward (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Did you miss last week's Nonsense? No worries! Check it out here. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

#navy's nonsense #navy's trick or treat nonsense #navybrat updates #wips #future fics #mission report #hope you lovelies enjoy

[vandelays-rockstar]

finally decided to make my own sideblog, I’ll get the details and about page up later

#edit: a few months later - he in fact did not do it later #mission report

[augustinewrites]

it’s been…a while since you and satoru have gone on an assignment together.

having two young children at home made it difficult to take off on short notice and be away for days at a time. they needed stability and routine, so the two of you had decided that one person would stay home while the other was working.

for a while, that’d worked fine. but now that megumi and tsumiki were older, self-sufficient teens who loved nothing more than being left alone, satoru had seen this as an opportunity.

you’d still been a little hesitant, but it was a simple surveillance mission. easy, right?

“water. you need to stay hydrated.” you instruct when he gets back into the car. he takes the water bottle you’re holding out, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.

“gakuganji isn’t even home yet,” he reports with a sigh. you hum, distracted as you check your phone. gojo reaches across your knees to pull open the glovebox, rifling through colourful snack wrappers.

“tsumiki hasn’t texted me back,” you mutter. “should i ask nanami to check in on them?”

“nah, i’m sure they’re just super busy trashing the apartment and racking up charges on the emergency credit card. ah– found it!” he pulls out a black silk sleep mask, slipping it on so it rests on his forehead.

“really?” you ask, unimpressed as he holds a second one out to you. “you’re taking a nap?”

“yeah, it’ll be easier to sneak around when it’s dark, why stay awake till then?”

“is that a good idea?” you ask, though you know there’s really no point in trying to argue with his logic.

“your fault for keeping me awake all night. late night laundry folding is no joke.”

“if you’d put it in the dryer when i’d asked—”

“can’t hear you,” he sing-songs, pulling the mask over his eyes. “you can take a nap too, you know. that old fart couldn’t get past us even while asleep.”

“i’ll pass on the nap. need to wait for tsumiki to text.”

he grumbles something incoherent that you’re sure is meant to be argumentative as he reclines his seat a little and lays back, getting comfortable and quiet.

…for about 45 seconds.

you watch out of the corner of your eye as he pulls the mask up a half inch, just enough for his right eye to observe you.

“what do you want now?” you ask.

then, with casualty akin to asking what you want for lunch, he clears his throat and asks, “do you want to have sex?”

“do i want to have what?” you ask, turning to stare at him incredulously, but your face is hot and for a split second, you’d considered agreeing.

“sex,” he repeats, patting his lap with a shit-eating grin. “we’re going to be here for a while, anyways. these seats recline way back—”

“i am not having sex in this car with you, satoru!”

he groans over-dramatically (as he tends to do). “will you at least cuddle with me then? i’m desperate and touch-starved and hopelessly in love with you!”

you make a note to figure out what cheesy rom com he stole that line from, but lean across the console to trail kisses up his shoulder, his neck. satoru does nothing to protect himself from your overly affectionate onslaught, he’s quick to catch your jaw, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“wait. no, no, no!” he protests when you pull back, eyes suddenly trained on the house you’re meant to be watching. “you can’t just leave me high and dry—”

“he’s home!” you whisper, pressing a hand over his mouth (though he continues with muffled complaints). “pull the car a little further back before we get out.”

you’ve already summoned your shikigami as satoru maneuvers the car into the dense forestry, about to send them off when your phone vibrates in your lap.

“oh! megumi texted me,” you inform him. “he said…‘already made dinner. tsumiki is out on a date—’”

the car grinds to a halt and abruptly turns, the momentum causing your to slam into the side of the car as it peels out onto the dirt road. you curse loudly as your fiancé, devoid of all his playfulness from earlier, speeds through the forest.

“what the— satoru!”

#principal yaga sighs when the mission report status reads incomplete due to ‘fatherly duties’ #keeping up with the fushigojos #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff

[bolihunter15]

Doing the old world blues dlc in fall out New vegas

There's a robot with a human fetish. She camed on me

#new vegas #mission report #captains log #op

[animanightmate]

Not even halfway through yet, according to my swishy spreadsheet, which now does most of the heavy lifting for me re: encoding the end notes, and allows me to make them piecemeal rather than all in a oner. Being several chapters ahead at any one time is a slightly disorienting experience, but since I read through the chapter thoroughly in case I have a last-minute thing I want to change, it’s easy enough to get rooted in the right bit again. And now I have a bunch of comments to respond to from the last chapter. Yo-ho!

Chapter: 8/22 In which a variety of deliveries are outlined, with a distinct lack of flower garlands, but a surprising amount of touching. And feeling.

Fandom: The Musketeers (2014), d'Artagnan Romances (Three Musketeers Series) - All Media Types, Les Trois Mousquetaires | The Three Musketeers Series - Alexandre Dumas Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aramis | René d'Herblay/Athos | Comte de la Fère, Aramis | René d'Herblay & Athos | Comte de la Fère & Porthos du Vallon, Aramis | René d'Herblay & Original Character(s) Characters: Aramis | René d'Herblay, Athos | Comte de la Fère, Porthos du Vallon, Original Characters, de Tréville (Trois Mousquetaires) Additional Tags: Flirting, Classical References, Canon Era, Pre-Canon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bickering, Card Games, Drinking Games, mention of excessive alcohol consumption, Gambling, Truth or Dare, Anima blends canons, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Ancient Greek, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Dreams, Smoking, Swearing, Masturbation, Porthos is a great wingman, Period-Typical Homophobia, Mood Swings, Mission Fic, Undercover Missions, Biblical Scripture References (Abrahamic Religions), Implied Antisemitism, Period Typical Attitudes, implied whorephobia, Androgyny, Alcohol, Espionage, False Identity, infodumping in end notes, Implied D/S relationship, Dom/sub Undertones, debate, Genderqueer Character, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Disguise, Prostitution, Sex Work, sex work is real work, implied racism, Period-Typical Racism, Sign Language, sharp-shooting, Shooting Guns, Guns, Combat Scene, Mission Reports

Summary: Aramis likes to be polite. And friendly. But he always seems to be at odds with Athos, in subtle (or not-so-subtle) ways. In different circumstances he’d have a better chance of knowing what to do, but this is a working relationship between fighting men, one of them notoriously reticent. If only Athos wouldn’t keep making references to Classical Greek literature, leading Aramis’s ever-fertile imagination into places it should not go.

Updates twice a week: midweek and weekends.

#bbc musketeers #bbc the musketeers #the three musketeers #musketeers #the musketeers #aramis #athos #porthos #captain treville #pre-canon #slow build #slow burn #combat #sign language #mission report #oc #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #creative writing